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Halloween Has Come To The Black Phoenix Trading Post

Halloween Has Come To The Black Phoenix Trading Post

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Happy Halloween, all!

Summon spirits in style! Black Phoenix is thrilled to offer spirit boards, handcrafted by our friends at Enchanted Rumors!

There are two designs: Cemetery Gates and Funeral Rose.

Both the Black Phoenix Cemetery Gates Spirit Board and the Black Phoenix Funeral Rose Spirit Board come in two sizes, 10.5” x 7” and 16” x 10.5”. All of our spirit boards are crafted from engraved, hand-painted Baltic birch, and come with a planchette inlaid with magnifying glass.

Each board comes with one of the following oils:

YES

The spirits concur: misty bourbon vanilla and lemon sugar.

NO

A spectral denial you must not disregard: Burmese heartwood teak, coffee beans, black patchouli, green cognac, and white musk.

GOODBYE

The spirits are done with your shenanigans and wish to depart: a poof of frankincense, myrrh, Tolu balsam, and rose.

Yes, No, and Goodbye are only available as part of the spirit board sets, and are not sold separately.

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The Hallowenches needed a little decompression time before the Halloween season hit, so they decided go to a group cruise through the Bermuda Triangle. Along the way, they met Grizelda and Janice.

++ HALLOWENCHES ON HOLIDAY: PERFUMES

BRAINSTEM LOLLIPOP

Caramelized grey matter with apple.

MOONBATHING

Solar-powered electric melons and droplets of pina colada caught in an electrical storm.

DR. JANICE

An elegant transformation: honeyed ylang ylang with black tea, orris, dark gum resins, lavender absolute, and a twist of white grapefruit.

STARLIGHT AND SEASPRAY

Saltspray on moonlit fur with a hint of palm, white fig, and lime.

BLOOD SANGRIA

Sweet red wine, blood orange brandy, summer honey, white figs, black grapes, Marasca cherries, and a twist of plasma.

++ HALLOWENCHES ON HOLIDAY: BATH OIL

A FLING IN THE LAGOON

Crisp lime and mandarin, with a bit of scaly green mint and coconut.

++ HALLOWENCHES ON HOLIDAY: ATMOSPHERE SPRAYS

DELAYED AT INGOLSTADT AIR FIELD

An unfortunate electrical storm: lightning striking the tops of venerable oaks, Alpine moss tucked into dark mountain crevices, rain-drenched German chamomile and tulip, and a handful of wet, shy violets.

CANDIRU COVE FRISBEE TOURNAMENT

Sylvia was their ringer, natch. Weremusk and carnation with coconut oil, verbena, vanilla orchid, lemon peel, and clove.

ZOMBIE MOON

Homemade blood clot-and-cherry ice cream plopping onto moonlit sand.

++ HALLOWENCHES ON HOLIDAY: HAIR GLOSS

MPF 13

Because you might want to get a bit of shimmery color over the holiday without risking a moonburn, right?  The scent of skin-softening moonscreen: coconut and sugared red patchouli.

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The leaves are not quite turning here in Los Angeles, the weather is still brutally hot, and we’re all still condemned to wearing tank tops and flip flops, so we’re setting the scene for autumn Black Phoenix-style: through scent.

++ HALLOWEEN: BATH OILS

CHOCOLATE PUMPKIN

Belgian chocolate filled with pumpkin butter.

PUMPKIN CHEESECAKE CUPCAKE

Because the goblins have been fighting over the perfume.

++ HALLOWEEN HAIR GLOSS: PILE OF LEAVES

Every leaf tells a story.

DEAD LEAVES, PATCHOULI, HONEY AND WARM MUSK

DEAD LEAVES, RED MUSK AND NEROLI

DEAD LEAVES, WHITE MUSK AND VANILLA

DEAD LEAVES, BLACK FIG, CACAO AND COPAL

++ HALLOWEEN HAIR GLOSS: PUMPKINS OF THE APOCALYPSE

Pumpkin Spice Armageddon!

THE GREAT PUMPKIN OF WAR

A furious scent, powerful and scorching, running red with fire and blood: pumpkin with red musk, pimento, red pepper absolute, red vetiver, rose geranium, and crushed red poppies.

THE PUMPKIN OF CONQUEST

Grey pumpkin husk and bruised violets blanketed by creeping white mycelium, black mosses, and toxic subterranean mushrooms.

DEATH ON A PALE PUMPKIN

And I looked, and behold a pale gourd: green patchouli and white pumpkin with yew berry, black cypress, white sandalwood, spectral niaouli, eucalyptus petal, and dry white mint.

THE GOURD OF DEPRIVATION

The scent of fallow fields, faraway conflagrations consuming dry, parched grasses, and crops failing under the relentless heat of a dying sun.

++ HALLOWEEN: HAIR GLOSS

BOO

Eerie billows of spun sugar, fluttering white cotton, and sheets of cream.

++ HALLOWEEN: ATMOSPHERE SPRAYS

AT MIDNIGHT WITH A PUMPKIN LIGHT

If at midnight with a pumpkin light,
You steal to your room unseen,
In the mirror appears the face,
Of your lover true on Hallowe'en
Pumpkin seeds and candle wax.

LICORICE WHIP

Black leather and black licorice.

OCTOBER

Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, ‘mid bowers and brooks
And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.

Dry, cold autumn wind. A rustle of red leaves, a touch of smoke and sap in the air.

ON HALLOWEEN

Some folk in courts for pleasure sue,
An’ some ransack the theatre:
The airy nymph is won by few;
She’s of so coy a nature.
She shuns the great bedaub’d with lace,
Intent on rural jokin
An’ spite o’ breeding, deigns to grace
A merry Airshire rockin,
Sometimes at night.

At Halloween, when fairy sprites
Perform their mystic gambols,
When ilka witch her neebour greets,
On their nocturnal rambles;
When elves at midnight-hour are seen,
Near hollow caverns sportin,
Then lads an’ lasses aft convene,
In hopes to ken their fortune,
By freets that night.

At Jennet Reid’s not long ago,
Was held an annual meeting,
Of lasses fair an’ fine also,
With charms the most inviting:
Though it was wat, an’ wondrous mirk,
It stopp’d nae kind intention;
Some sprightly youths, frae Loudon-kirk,
Did haste to the convention,
Wi’ glee that night.

The nuts upon a clean hearthstane,
Were plac’d by ane anither,
An’ some gat lads, an’ some gat nane,
Just as they bleez’d the gither.
Some sullen cooffs refuse to burn;
Bad luck can ne’er be mended;
But or they a’ had got a turn,
The pokeful nits was ended
Owre soon that night.

A candle on a stick was hung,
An’ ti’d up to the kipple:
Ilk lad an’ lass, baith auld an’ young,
Did try to catch the apple;
Which aft, in spite o’ a’ their care,
Their furious jaws escaped;
They touch’d it ay, but did nae mair,
Though greedily they gaped,
Fu’ wide that night.

The dishes then, by joint advice,
Were plac’d upon the floor;
Some stammer’d on the toom ane thrice,
In that unlucky hour.
Poor Mall maun to the garret go,
Nae rays o’ comfort meeting;
Because sae aft she’s answered no,
She’ll spend her days in greeting,
An’ ilka night.

Poor James sat trembling for his fate;
He lang had dree’d the worst o’t;
Though they had tugg’d and rugg’d till yet,
To touch the dish he durst not.
The empty bowl, before his eyes,
Replete with ills appeared;
No man nor maid could make him rise,
The consequence he feared
Sae much that night.

– Janet Little

The scent of chatty witches gossiping with neighbors at midnight: ripe red apples, honey mead, poppy seed cakes, a trickle of sweet 7-year aged patchouli, and bundles of dry herbs.

PORTAL OF DEATH!!!

Vanished into oblivion! BYE!

A science fiction thriller by Lilith Victoria Barrial.

Swirls of black plum, orange flower, white musk, spun sugar, and lollipop goo opening up into an abyss of patchouli, benzoin, and and fig.

PUMPKIN SPICE EVERYTHING

PUMPKIN SPICE THE F&%K OUT OF EVERYTHING.

SAMHAIN

Truly the scent of autumn itself — damp woods, fir needle, and black patchouli with the gentlest touches of warm pumpkin, clove, nutmeg, allspice, sweet red apple and mullein.

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Also new at Black Phoenix Trading Post!

TRIPLE DAGGER ENAMEL PIN

Soft enamel Triple Dagger pins in your choice of full color or aged bronze!

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BLACK PHOENIX ALCHEMY LAB SKULL STEIN

The next best thing to drinking mead out of the skulls of your enemies!

Each skull can be filled with 16oz of your favorite liquid, be it tea, beer, bourbon, or blood.

BUT WAIT! – THERE’S MORE:

Black Phoenix Trading Post is delighted to offer six sinister seasonal shades of Claw Polish!

DEVIL’S NIGHT

The hot, electric orange of distant fires.

OCTOBER

Ay, thou art welcome, heaven’s delicious breath!
When woods begin to wear the crimson leaf,
And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief
And the year smiles as it draws near its death.
Wind of the sunny south! oh, still delay
In the gay woods and in the golden air,
Like to a good old age released from care,
Journeying, in long serenity, away.
In such a bright, late quiet, would that I
Might wear out life like thee, ‘mid bowers and brooks
And dearer yet, the sunshine of kind looks,
And music of kind voices ever nigh;
And when my last sand twinkled in the glass,
Pass silently from men, as thou dost pass.

A metallic bronze, glowing like oak leaves at sunset.

PUMPKIN SPICE EVERYTHING

A raucous, fiery glitter, all pumpkin orange with glints of vine-green.

SAMHAIN

A pumpkin orange crème!

THE SECOND SPRING

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.

The burnished gold of dappled autumn sunlight.

THE UNQUIET GRAVE

You crave one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
But my breath smells earthy strong;
If you have one kiss of my clay-cold lips,
Your time will not be long.

An unearthly oil-slick fine glitter, dark and spectral.

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